My quest to lose a wee bit of weight has now turned into a crisis. With vacation & the celebration of my birthday, it looks like my “Slim in 6″ is going to be more like “Slim in 17″. When I stepped onto the scale yesterday and the number crept higher, I felt defeated. I guess part of turning thirty means having to watch what I eat, exercise regularly, & lay off the vino. Somebody better come wire my jaw shut.
I awoke this morning at 4 am, and since I don’t have cows to milk I spent the next couple hours laying in bed feeling guilty about gaining weight. I thought about Little E touching my little pooch belly. Then I thought about the conversation at my birthday party. Our basketball coach’s wife congratulated my Coach about our exciting news. He hadn’t a clue what she was referring to until she said, “We all heard that Sara’s expecting!” News to us, but apparently that’s the rumor going around campus. I think I’ll start wearing a spirit pin indicating that I am NOT currently KNOCKED UP.
I’ll shut up about it now.
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Coach had the day off yesterday so he decided to surprise Babycakes with a little kiddie pool. She had a blast in her “smimmin’ pool” and before our coffee was poured this morning she was begging to go outside. Our water bill is going to be astronomical!
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Oh my. Brendan, my 5 year old, went around telling people I was pregnant. He too was incorrect. It definitely is motivation to watch what I eat and exercise.
If it makes you feel any better I regularly mistake myself for pregnant. Oh and I totally laughed at my own shadow today because it looked round and it was either laugh or cry. Since crying in public can be quite awkward I went with laugh. I can always cry later.
Whomever comes to wire your jaw shut needs to hit me next.
On a much less grim note, Babycakes is gorgeous. GORGEOUS.
WHOEVER. You knew what I meant. Right?
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